Ambrose Bierce Poems
|364.||A Vision Of Resurrection||10/1/2012|
|365.||A Poet's Father||9/29/2012|
|368.||'Died Of A Rose'||9/27/2012|
|371.||Foundations Of The State||9/28/2012|
|372.||Genesis [god Said: 'Let There Be Man,' And From The Clay]||9/28/2012|
|375.||An Inscription (For A Statue Of Napoleon, At West Point)||9/28/2012|
|378.||By False Pretenses||9/27/2012|
|379.||At The Eleventh Hour||9/27/2012|
|380.||Visions Of Sin||10/1/2012|
|381.||A Vision Of Doom||10/1/2012|
|384.||Down Among The Dead Men||9/28/2012|
|389.||A Bequest To Music||9/27/2012|
|395.||A Celebrated Case||9/27/2012|
|396.||A Commuted Sentence||9/27/2012|
|397.||A Culinary Candidate||9/27/2012|
Comments about Ambrose Bierce
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
'Cloudy; variable ...
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
The sound surceases and the sense expires.
Then the domestic dog, to east and west,
Expounds the passions burning in his breast.
The rising moon o'er that enchanted land
Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.